Wednesday, December 08, 2010

iPod Bluetooth DUN tether

You connect your Laptop to the internet using your phone. Ever wished you could do that with your iPod? Now you can.

Guide: http://hackstor.blogspot.com/2010/05/ibluever-107.html

warez: http://www.4shared.com/file/pA0Wq2kE/iBluever_118_Cracked.html

This made my life easier.


Now, I can use my phone as a bluetooth modem, and not worry about wasting my batter with wifi, which pretty much runs my phone battery down in 3 hours!!

I used the Update 4 entry. Works like a charm. If you get stuck, just reboot the device and continue with the next step, as simple as that!!

I am happy1!! :D

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Paris, Eiffel Tower

Today was a majorly king day. The last day of our tour. We saw the major landmarks around Paris. Then we saw them again on a boat sailing up and down the seine river. 

Everything just looks so grand. It amazing how the ok'd architecture has been preserved and maintained. That's kind of the reason why most European countries have an otherworldly feel to them. 

After the river cruise, in the wind on a semi cloudy day at 4 degrees temperature, I was glad to have the lunch arranged for us. Being an Indian tour, Indian food is on the menu, always. But the hot food felt good after the biting cold. 

Oh and don't think I suffer as much as everyone else in this cold. I am only carrying a jacket that's lighter than your denim pants. That, and my hat. Which I seem to have forgotten on top of the Eiffel tower. :( I wanted to run up and get it but we were running late. :(

This evening was planned for the Paris gala night. It's optional, coz some people don't approve of topless women. If that was the case, it might explain why the old foggies in the bus frowned at me and my cousin when they saw we were goin for the show too. But that doesn't explain why they cane for the show in the first place. Even after the show was over, they were complaining like they always did about everything. Said they would rather have watched national circus in Mira road than spend 135 euro on a show that made them waste time and money and sleep. Stupid, ain't it?

As for my review of the show, we went to the Paradis Latin. It's one of the oldest cabarets in Paris. The show was alright. I'd seen a much better show on the superstar Virgo cruise I'd been on three years ago. This show was much more... Raw. It was more sexual then sensual. I'd expected a good peek a boo style choreographed performance. It was hardly anything more than some provocative dances, some romantic dances, some performance ballets, all with a few near naked people touching each other, and a lot of bare breasts and bums. 

I suppose it's what this show is about. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but it could have been better. 

The espresso I had before the show, the eroticism of the show itself, the champagne I had during the show, the half dreamy bus ride back to the hotel and the half bottle of wine I finished off right now has left me in a very happy restless mood.

After the show we stopped by the Eiffel tower at midnight to watch the lights. It sparkles at midnight everyday!! :D that's one image that's gonna be etched in my head for a long time now... :)

I'm off to sleep now. Tomorrow is a long day. Planning to spend about 3 hours in the Louvre, and I intend to make the most of it!!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Bruxelles

I'm sitting here in the hotel room that's a good two hours away from Paris city centre. Sipping French wine. With Swiss cheese. Nibbling on Belgian chocolates.

The air is pleasantly chilly, and the music's not too bad. It's right now that I realize my trip is almost over.
In two more days, I'll be back to Bombay.
The last two days were rather boring. Most of it was spent in the bus. The visit to Koln was fun, but only because we had like two hours to ourselves. Enough time for lunch, and a bit of shopping too. ^_^ Koln Catherdal is another one of the most impressive buildings I saw on the trip. It’s a beautiful gothic structure over 15 stories tall!

The Christmas Market in front of the cathedral was fun. We had lots of yumm local food. Smoked salmon, meat loaf burger, hot spiced wine… Oh this wine was heavenly! I’d often read about hot spiced wines in my fantasy books, but never really thought about it till now. And I can see why the Heroes love it!

Today, we visited Brussels.  And mini Europe. Brussels was fun, coz of the waffles and the nice walk near the mannekin pis statue. The waffles were yumm!! Mine was overflowing with whipped cream!
I'm tired after this trip. Tired of all the bus travel. Tired of the random food timings. Tired of not being online. But as tired as I am, I have a feeling I'll be going back to Europe sometime. On my own terms.
It's time to go to sleep now. We have a long day ahead. I shall finish my wine and sleep. ^_^

Monday, November 22, 2010

Black Forest, Cake.

Mihir had the most awesomest cake today. It was a black forest cake. It was so awesome, Mihir decided to type this letter in third person. The cake was perfectly drenched in cherry liquor, not too soggy, not too dry, not too intense, not too watery… it was delicious and moist. And it had the most amazing cream layer that tasted of just a hint of cherry… and the real cherries in the cake were pickled in the cherry liquor, and oh my god it was heavenly heaven heaven heaven.
Mihir never had any respect for Black Forest cake before. Now he does. He knows better now. He knows there is no better cake than Black Forest Cake.

Today was the day they got out of Switzerland. The first stop was at Schauffhausen, near the German-Swiss border. It is a tiny town, that's built on the banks of the river rhine, around the rhinefalls.
Next, they visited a cuckoo clock factory, also near the border, but on the German side. Mihir has never felt as happy about being on the road as he was today, because he found out that on the Autobahn, there no speed limits for private cars. None what so ever. Cool, ne?
The clock factory was fun. Mihir never thought he would enjoy looking at clocks so much. Intact, he even bought a neat alarm clock for himself today, so that he can wake up at 3 am when he needs to. Smart, he hopes.
Next stop was Heidelburg. They saw the neat old buildings, and the old house now turned into a hotel where Hitler used to live.
The town is cute because it's largely student village and lots of cute kids my age were strolling around. Mihir thinks he must come back in summer.
Mihir found what can only be described as chocolate covered shortbread cookie balls. It was shortbread cookies rolled into a ball, baked, and then drenched in molten chocolate. It was yum. Mihir wonders why noone's thought of it yet.
Mihir fell asleep typing this post. :(
Mihir only has about 30 minutes of time left in the Internet, so he is going to cut this post short, and write more next time.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Jungfraujoch

 

Today is the day I felt cold. Officially. It took a temperature of
negative 12 degrees Celsius, and a wind speed of 45 km/h during a snow
fall to make me feel it. It's not fun when my fingers are going numb.
I can't take photos then!!
The ride to jungfrau was long. Two hours to the village at the bottom
of the mountain. Then two train rides about 45 minutes each. But it
was soooooooo pretty. And as luck would have it, it snowed on the
top!! Did you pray for it to snow for me? If you did, it worked. ;)
The snow is white. The snow is fluffy. The snow is cold. It was
awesome. :) it was so cold I had to buy a cap to cover my ears. >_<
There's not much to write about being 11k feet above sea level. It's
more about being there to see it, feel the snow on your face, feel the
wind clawing through the two layers of clothing I was wearing. It was
bloody brilliant. :D
Everyone was commenting on how even I was feeling cold, along the
lines of, "how the mighty have fallen". I shut them up after a while.
My body started burning up enough for me to take my jacket off in the
train on the way down. :P
After jungfrau, we went to Interlaken. Literally translates as
"between lakes" it's a tiny city surrounded buy mountains and two
lakes. It's a shopping location. The most expensive brands I know all
have boutiques there. It was totally unexpected. But I enjoyed it. We
got like an hour and half to ourselves there. But sadly enough, the
city closes at about 5 pm. Winter timings and all that. We picked up
some chocolates, and I bought myself a Swiss knife. I'm super happy
about it. Got it engraved with "taurius1". :D
We're on the bus, on our way back to the hotel in Zurich. Feeling
sleepies. And a horrible movie is being played on the tv screen in the
bus. >_<
It's still not sunk in that I'm in Europe. I thought it would be more
exciting. But I guess it's because I'm in a guided tour bus. :P
It's not just a thing in my head. I know how awesome traveling alone
is. Until I save up enough to do it, I'll keep the thought buried at
the back of my head. :)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Zurich

 

It's cold!! My fingers are going numb in the wind outside!! It a
wonderful feeling!!
Today was a long day. First, we went to Pisa from our hotel in
Florence. That was a short enough ride. Pisa has not one, but three
important buildings. The leaning tower just takes away the thunder
from all the other monuments. I took lots of photos, but I don't think
they will come out too well... I'll have to decide once I get back
home.
After Pisa, we started off for Zurich. It was a long, long, long bus ride.
the tour guide tried to make it sound fun by telling us about the
scenic route, the river, and the third longest tunnel in the world,
the Gotthard road tunnel. I fail to see how 16 kilometers of endless
tunnel is exciting. Someone in the tour group even tried to film the
journey. He got tired after about 10 minutes.
We had our lunch at Autogrill. I had a huge steak. Took me 5 whole
minutes to make sure the person behind the counter understood my
order. I don't think anyone except for me, my cousin, and the couple
from the USA actually enjoyed the food. Everyone else was caught
munching on snacks bought from the supermarket. I believe the Jain
contingent decided to starve themselves.
During the bus ride, someone told the tour guide to play a DVD. So we
watched Bachna ae Haseeno, With English subs. It instantly turned from
a fail movie to a comedy. :D
At least with my music on my iPod, coupled with my super awesome 90%
noise canceling head phones, I didn't have to suffer the hindi
dialogues, and the cranky kids in the back of the bus.
The hotel in Zurich is super awesome. It's called the Novotel Hotel.
Very classy place. Even I feel intimidated by all the business people
here.
But the place is good, so I'm not gonna complain.
A hot shower did me a lot of good. There's something therapeutic about
standing with a hot shower hammering your head, imagining the dirt and
grime and bad moments of the day just washing off you and leaving you
clean and shiny. This, followed by the awesome sinking feeling of
falling back into a soft warm bed... *sigh*
Our room has a queen sized bed, and a sofa cum bed. I think the tour
guide might has messed up our room allocation, but don't tell him
that. ;)
I'm gonna spend the rest of my waking hours listening to my music. It
should be entertaining. I wonder what I will think of today... :)

Friday, November 19, 2010

Roma.

Europe is cold. I love the weather here. I can't stop stressing I enough. And the cold is reason enough to have a little drink every evening. And a little alcohol never hurts. Unless you have zero tolerance for it. 

Today was the visit to Rome and the Vatican. It was nice, but way too hurried. I really hate this tour business. We spend more time traveling than actually visiting places.

Highlight a Rome was the Trevie Fountain. We tossed a coin. We made our wishes. Then we went to a pizzeria and hogged. :D We carefully avoided the restaurant that the tour guide recommended, because we were sure it would be flooded with too many Indians asking for random things on the menu… I found a nice hat shop at the plaza, but stuff there was *WAY* too expensive. Rome over and done with, we got back into the bus and headed for the Vatican City. We passed by the Colloseum, and managed to convince them to let us stop there for photos for like 20 minutes. Thank heavens. Would have been tragic if we were forced to just drive by the thing!!

The Vatican City was not as impressive as I thought it would be. Maybe the rain played spoil sport and made me lose my feeling of awe at being there. It was beautiful, no doubt. But I still think the cathedral I saw at Florence was more pretty.

I ODed of coffee today. Made the bus ride more interesting. Had fun listening to my music.

People in Europe, or rather the parts of Italy I've been to, don't really seem to friendly. There's very few people on the streets who return smiles. But the places here all look beautiful. I guess for them, they would be used to it, and India looks beautiful. :P

I'd love to get out at night, but the problem is that our hotels are usually in the outskirts of the cities we are in. And the fact that everything shuts down by the time we get back to the hotel adds to our woes 

I'd love to come back to Florence, or Venice, with someone, and just live there for a while, taking in yeh culture, not the guided tours. 

Spain isn't in our itinerary, by I'd love to go there some  day. I've been bitten by the travel bug this year, and I cant help but want to keep gosling new places!!

I find myself writing a lot now. I usually stay awake until well past midnight here. Mostly coz I sleep in the bus between destinations. My sister is a typical can't get enough sleep kinda girl, so I'm left to my own devices at night. And italian tv doesn't have too many hot chicks on it all the time. I think it's coz the hotels don't keep more than a few channels. :)

I hate not being connected all the time! There are so many times when I've wanted to check with google and I couldn't!!

It’s still fun when it is. I’m glad.

 

(written on Nov 19)

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Firenze. Carrefour

Here we are. After a wonderful (boring) train ride, we arrived in Florence. An small inquiry at the tourist centre told us thy the place where we had to meet the rest of the tour group was about 20 minutes away.
We had lunch at a cafeteria at the station. Turkey with artichokes, ravioli and pizza. The pizza was yum. Simply no other way to describe it.
Lunch being done, we headed over to the place. Vie Della
Derosa. Found a very yum pastry. I forget what it's called now. It was essentially crispy puff bread with chocolate layers topped with a dark chocolate shell. :D

We spent some time at the park in the centre of the square. Watched a couple suck face. Random people sitting, sketching, smoking.
Until the tour group arrived. The tour guide yelled at me from across the street. Probably recognized my hat. :D

Florence is pretty. Lots of beautiful buildings, lots of culture. A two hour walk took us past most of the famous monuments. The one thing that made me go "wow" was the St Michael's basilica. It was huge !! And so beautiul. The carvings, the mosaic, the sheer grandeur of it! Totally took my breath away!

The day's almost at an end now. Going to our hotel in Florence. I really hope it's rooms are more spacious than those at the previous hotel. And free wifi. I really need my Internet!!
Not an hour goes by without me reaching for my phone to try and search for something on google!

Tech deprivation apart, one thing that's made up for it is the food. I've loved having the food here. An I suppose a trip is I only as good and the food you have there. And coz our hotel is next to carrefoure here.
Which reminds me. It's almost dinner time. :)

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Location:Florence

Firenze

Wake up at 6 am. Breakfast at 7. Leave for Milan proper at 8 am. Run run run. So I suppose it's nice to move at my own pace now. As I'm writing this, I'm on a train to Florence, because the tour bus left without us.

The casual and leisurely walk around a few back alleys of Venice was unsatisfactory. I'd rather have spent an entire morning walking around, but the tour has fixed timings. Which we missed. Long story short, our shopping is done, and the Eurostar tickets from Venice to Florence has ensured we won't be doing any more. :P

Venice is a very cute city. Lots of tiny lanes, lots of friendly faces, lots of tourists, an lots of gorgeous architecture. St Marta's basilica was beautiful, and I wish I could have taken photos there. It felt nice praying there.
The visit to the glass factory was as nondescript as I thought it would be. But the stuff they had was pretty pretty. ^_^

So Venice is done. Next stop is Florence. We're reaching there earlier than the tour group, so I'll get to see the place properly. I definitely must come back here without a fixed itinerary once.

We are now arriving in Bologna Centrale. One more stop away from Florence.
I wonder if I'll get to have better coffee than I have so far. :D

For now, back to my music. :)

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The eagle has landed

We landed in Milano. Met the tour guide, thankfully enough. We were getting worried we wont find anyone from the tour group. The tour group assembled there came from different flights. Usual generic Indian tour group profile. A few couples. A few new families. A fee old families. A few large families. And a few couples who could possibly be revisiting their honeymoon from decades ago. Noone seems too talkative. Don't know if anyone is. Time shall tell. Tour manager Amit needs to talk more. Ah but all that aside, before I knew what was happening, we were bundled and carted off into a bus headed for Venice.

We are on the highway that totally skipped going to Milan, much to my dismay. But stuff like this is bound to happen on a tour group. We are on highway number E 64. Easy to find on a map. Difficult to remember. Better than every town having an MG road, I suppose. :)

I hope for the best. Mostly coz the 12 hour journey has messed up my sleep cycle, my food cravings, and mostly coz I need internet access to post what I'm writing!!


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Location:Milano

If I don't do it, somebody else will

First leg of the trip. 9 hours of plane travel. 3 hours window-shopping in DDF. 7 minute sprint across DXB to get to Gate 121 before it closed. As always, great airline service. 600 channels and still nothing to watch.

Traveling is exciting, but people generally forget that the view out of the window is not always so hot. A few hours of endless clouds rolling by under you tires out even the most enthusiastic kids who spend most of the flight with their faces plastered against the pressure sealed double panes windows.

I'll publish this post one I find some free wifi when we land in Milan. Until then, I'm gonna get started on my 6th baileys on ice. ^_^


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Location:Milan?

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Do-Nut!!

I get up every morning
And think out loud
Work's a big bore
I need to get out

Brew my cofee
Toast my bread
I think I should have
Something else instead. 

donut

Deciding to drive,
I grab my keys
To the nearest MOD
Double quick, please!

I walk in the store
Seduced by the smell
Once I have a donut,
All will be well.

I eye the hazle dazzle
It was love at first sight
MOD reminds me.
It was love at first bite!

The purchase is made
The donut is served
I relish the flavour
It's what I deserve!

When life seems hectic
And work feels like a storm
The secret to a happy day
Is a Donut, delicious and warm.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Porcelain Dolls

Here's something I wrote when I was bored right now.

Little porcelain dolls.
It a house made of card.
Living porcelain lives
Some easy, some hard.

The Hand of Fate controlls.
Tells them what to do.
Living porcelain lives
like me, like you.

It takes a small tremor.
To make a porcelain doll crack.
Hold my porcelain hand.
Come, take me back.

Freedom

The emptiness gets to you. You might deny it, but in the end, it always get to you. You realize that all you’ve done so far… it doesn’t matter anymore. No one cares. They never care. All you have with you is your sense of self worth and your toy trains running endlessly around a town as real as your perception of your importance in the larger scheme of things. You drink it away. You smoke it away. You shag it away.

But in the end, it always gets you.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Random whim

I hear drums. There’s a constant thump-thump sounding from the sky. The sky is a brilliant shade of blue, with sparks flying from one end of the horizon to the other. The magic in the air is manifesting itself in the music and the beauty. As sparks fly upwards, a streak of yellow paints the sky with an ethereal paint brush, giving form to previously unknown creatures. These are creatures that all celebrate the glory of this world, and the one beyond. There are stars that swim in the ocean, and dolphins in the sky.

A figure rises from the water, floating skywards. Shimmering with silver star light, the figure is too brilliant to look at. And yet I know it’s not just the light that makes me too afraid to look at it. The figure is what I have been dreaming of. I can just make out a light silhouette. The slim form of the limbs, the curve of the hips, the swell of the breasts, the cascading hair, it was all perfection.

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The figure reaches out to me. She treads lightly on the sand, leaving no foot prints. She leaves wet foot prints in her wake. I freeze in my place, unable to walk to her. She almost breaks my heart when she stops a few feet away from me. I feel warmth growing in my chest. My heart begins to beat faster. I summon all my strength of will and make my foot move forward, a little closer to the impossibly perfect figure in front of me. And then another step, and then another… It seemed forever until I was standing right in front of her, and I could feel her beauty radiating from her body, hitting me like a cool summer breeze on a hot day at work. It fills my senses and makes me want to forget myself…

I jump, and embrace her in a tight hug. She laughs a magical sing song laugh, and does something that I can only describe as evaporates. And now all I have left of her is a smile on my face, and a song In my heart.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Cupid Boy

I tried to have an early start to my day. I had a quick decent breakfast with Rajiv and his friends there. I caught a bus, then a train, then another bus.
It was all rather redundant. But I did meet Rava chan. Must have been over 3 years since I last saw him. It was fun catching up.

Chennai city, as I'd said before, is serviced mostly by busses. The rickshaws are a law into themselves, and bargaining is difficult unless you speak the local language, or can communicate with them and their broken English. :D

I met loonan that evening. I finally have a face to put against his name in my head :D he was nice enough to bargain with the rickshaw for me. Brought the fare for the 11 km ride from 300 to 160. Beats taking two and half hours by bus.

The city was well, just barely that. I'm gonna be a Bombay snob here and say that I can't comprehend why anyone bothers calling chennai a metropolis. City, sure. But not a metropolis. Bombay is Bombay. Delhi and Bangalore seem servicable. Pune is nice too. But I don't think too many other cities exist in India that can compare. I'm talking about things to do with your money here.

Chennai has only two multiplexes screening English movies, no nightlife, a lisence raj for alcohol permits. And a deadline of about 10.30pm. The locals say they're used to it; but I wonder how long it will be before corporates start investing in entertainment over here. Given the large number of it companies that are springing up outside chennai, something must be done soon!

I boarded the evening bus going to Bangalore. The overnight trip left me sleepy and tired. The icing on the cake was that the bus arrived at Bangalore at about 4.30am, and I had no plans at all.

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Taking me there but I don't want to go.

The next day was my last in Pondicherry. I still sorely miss the place.
The tiny lanes.. The coffee shop, everything being a few minutes away... The fun game of poker where the rules changed with every round. Most if all, everyone I met there. All of it. But I think I had reached a dead end there in terms of what else I could do there. And the getting back home problem seemed compounded by a sudden nation wide strike. I thought it best to leave early. A bit too early by my tastes, but such is life.

Purvi's smitten by the place enough to stay there as long as she can. I don't blame her. I would if I could too :)

After the goodbyes, I boarded the bus to chennai, starting the first leg of my trip back home. The bus ride was relatively short, and scenic. But I got to chennai rather late, and wasted a lot of time trying to figure out I'd I could go back home directly by train. In hindsight, I should have just gone and seen the beach. It's the world's second longest beach, only after Miami beach. It pretty mch makes up one entire side of the city.

Another interesting thing about chennai, is that their trains only circle the city. They don really provide connectivity like the trains in Bombay or Delhi do. Most people go by busses, which are plenty, and not at all crowded.

Now all I needed to do was figure out where every place was. :D

I spent that night at the guest house where Rajiv was staying. I shudder to think of the stuff engineering graduates have to go through for their jobs! I'm just glad he'll be out of there soon. :)

I got out of there soon enough.

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Location:Pondicherry

Haunted

The next day... Hmmm nothing too interesting happened that day. I spent the morning going around town, trying to find souveniers forthe family and something to thank Rob for his awesomeness. :P

I couldn't find anything nice. I settled on writing letters for eveyone. I have to start thinking of better gifting strategies if I plan to be doing this too often. :D

That evening, my life changed.
I had no proper plans for the evening. Everyone else was goin out to watch the football matches that evening. In sheer depression, I went out to do what I always do when I need to sort my life out. I went out for a shot of espresso.

I heard of a minimal trance / techno thing happening at a lounge off the beach. Seemed interesting. Perfect place to lose my head and listen to some music I love. Almost perfect.

I go back home to change, to find everyone's left and left me locked out if the house. :/ Big bummer.

I resigned to my fate, and joined the guys for the match.

Here's the kicker. I enjoyed it.

I have officially started appreciating watching football with friends.


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Location:Pondicherry

Maddening Shroud

Okay massive update coming up!! I've been so caught up with living the life here, that I've totally been ignoring my online life! Can't say that happens too often, does it? :D

The few days I spent in pondicherry were an amazing experience. It was intimidating at first, being amongst a group of well seasoned travellers. The stories they all had to share! My mind still reels at the sheer diversity of cultures everyone represented. Rob, our host, Australian surfer dude, living in Pondicherry for the last few years with his friend partner Das, a Tamil guy who always has a smile and some good advice for you. Ashley, the 20 year old Belgian who's been to more countries than I can count on my fingers. Brain, (or Brian, if you must!) the smart fun slightly geeky guy from Hong Kong. And of course, Raspal, another cool Australian we met there. A special mention goes to Danesh and Daisy, who run Coffee.com, for all the good coffee and the good conversation. :)

All in all, the heavily cosmopolitan group I met there has made me realize how much more there is to see out there! There's so much to learn from just interacting with people from different walks of life. I hope to travel more now. Some how, I will. :)

The third day in Pondicherry, everyone went surfing. Purvi had a ball trying to not fall off with every wave that passed by. Das and Rob showed off a bit later, just coz they could. Brain pretty much was a natural, standing on his board the third time he was surfing. Surfing is fun, yes.

That day wasn't too good for me. Bumped the bike I'd rented, locked the keys in the storage, and then some. Havin no plans for the evening, I thought of going out grocery shopping. The next day's breakfast was be made by me. And it turned out decently well enough.

^_^

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Location:Pondicherry

Saturday, July 03, 2010

And so it comes to pass.

The house on the hill
Was torn down today
The cliche we love
Has been taken away

Old fairy tales
Will be written again
Epic sagas of
The lives of men

Life's amazing
More than you'll know
It's your chance
It's time to go

The inspiration for
Your madness
The thorn behind
Your sadness
The smile of
Your muse
The offer you
can't refuse

The last mile
You'll ever walk
The long conversation
The mindless talk
The happiness
you seek
In people
you meet

It's all subjective
It all goes to naught.

It all goes to naught...



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Location:Pondicherry

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Accompaniment for melodious experiences

I'm in Podicherry!! :D

It's been an incredibly fun ride. Right from the bookings to te
accomodation, nothing's been planned, and it's been awesome. I spent
the
first two night sleeping in busses, just getting to Bangalore! The
night spent in Bangalore in a proper bed was a much needed rest. It
was just a shame that none of our friends were available that night to
hang out with. :)

But all things said and done, it's been fun. We found this really cozy
cafe near our hotel that has the perfect combination for keeping me
hooked. Comfy seating. Good desert. Decent prices.

The only sight seeing we did in Bangalore was checking out the Lal
Bagh gardens and te museums in Cabbon Park. That was entertaining
enough for one day. We crashed at the hotel that night and got on a
bus to Pondicherry the next day.

The 8 hour bus ride was very nice. We travelled by state transport AC
Volvo. It was comfy and very scenic.

We arrived in Pondicherry and spent an hour or so walking around. It
was quite something to know you've travelled from one coast to
another!!

We're staying with Rob, who's been kind enough to have us. He's an
Australian who's set up his own surfing and scuba school here. He's
amazingly chilled and has a huge bunch of friends here who I'm getting
to know better.

The first day in Pondicherry was interesting. I've met people from
Italy, France, Morocco, UK, Belgium... It's just been amazing!

I'm having breakfast at this quaint cafe coffee.com. Good stuff. Awesome espresso I think I'm in love. :D
Today, I'm walking around trying to find transport and get the general feel of the place.

Pondicherry is tiny, smaller than the Colaba-Fort area in South Bombay. And it's got a fair share of good places to eat and drink. If you're ever here, turn on Buzz on our google maps And check out the buzzes I've left at places I've found. ^_^

Hope you guys are having fun doing whatever you are doing. :D

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Cheers!
^_^



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Location:Pondicherry

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Woah now.

Teddy was fun. We got out ofthe museums, picked up a sub and headed back to the hotel for some much needed rest.

That evening we had to buy our tickets to Pondicherry before they got sold out. We found this cool cafe along the way called Grand Cuapo. They had everything. Good food. Great desert. Reasonable rates. Spacious open air area, and a big screen to watch the match on. Pity places in Bangalore can't stay open post midnight. We'd have loved to watch the match there.

Purvi slept through the Spain Portugal match. I watched it. Irony. Spain won. Portugal looked like clowns.

After spending the last two nights sleeping in busses, the bed at the hotel was wonderful, lack of AC notwithstanding. So now we're up, on a KSRTC AC Volvo to Pondicherry.

The centre of Bangalore was pretty, organized, and easily navigable. Now that I'm heading out of the city, the outskirts don't seem too bad either. I like this city. It's been a better experience than Delhi was.

The 9 hour ride to Pondicherry should be uneventful. Time to catch up with my reading. ^_^





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Location:Bangalore

Woah now.

Teddy was fun. We got out ofthe museums, picked up a sub and headed back to the hotel for some much needed rest.

That evening we had to buy our tickets to Pondicherry before they got sold out. We found this cool cafe along the way called Grand Cuapo. They had everything. Good food. Great desert. Reasonable rates. Spacious open air area, and a big screen to watch the match on. Pity places in Bangalore can't stay open post midnight. We'd have loved to watch the match there.

Purvi slept through the Spain Portugal match. I watched it. Irony. Spain won. Portugal looked like clowns.

After spending the last two nights sleeping in busses, the bed at the hotel was wonderful, lack of AC notwithstanding. So now we're up, on a KSRTC AC Volvo to Pondicherry.

The centre of Bangalore was pretty, organized, and easily navigable. Now that I'm heading out of the city, the outskirts don't seem too bad either. I like this city. It's been a better experience than Delhi was.

The 9 hour ride to Pondicherry should be uneventful. Time to catch up with my reading. ^_^





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Location:Bangalore

Waka waka

Yeh I've not posted for a while. I've been lazy. After we arrived in Bangalore, the first order of business was figuring outbifnwe wanted to stay there a night and then move on to Pondicherry, or catch a bus to Chennai immediately.

We discussed it over a scrumptious breakfast at Hotel Iris on Brigade road (Buffet Rs. 175+tax). We agreed it would have been a shame to come to Bangalore and not look around atleast.

We checked into Hotel Ganga Sagar in Koramangalam. It's got clean rooms for about Rs. 1000. A brief spell spent freshening up after the long bus ride was in order. We got out to do some very "touristy" things in the afternoon.

First order of business was the Lal Bagh gardens. It's a huge garden that's originally built by Hyder Ali. It started off with all red roses. Now the place has over 150 varieties of roses, as well has a humungous variety of plants. The store at the entrance is a good place to pick up some of the more exotic spices, oils and seeds you'd normally have a tough time getting elsewhere. They didn't have any vanilla sticks in stok when I was there, sadly enough. Those sell out quickly.

After the Garden got boring, we hopped into a riskshaw to go to Cubbon park. Oh yeh. Some of the rickshaw drivers might insist in tavellin with a predetermined fare, but it's always best goin by the meter, and crossing the street is often all you need to do to get a reasonable ride to anywhere.

The trip to the museum was rather uneventful. There wasn't much to see, and the most interesting thing was the science museum. With Teddy, the reanimated dinosaur. :D




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Location:Banalore

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I just called (to say I love you)

The day in Goa was wonderful. Jason Pramodhan and his mother, sweet souls had us for the day. We went out in the afternoon, had a look around Anjuna. Jason pointe out a nice decent place, Janet and Jonh's on anjuna beach where I definitely be going the next time I'm in Goa. After his business stuff was over, Jason took us to Curlie's. Yes, the infamous one.

A couple of pints of Goa's finest beer, King's Beer along with the cool breeze, and the crashing of the waves made for the perfect settin to sit around doing nothing.

Lunch happened at starlight, a rather non descript restaurent somewhere near where we were staying. Good king fish in rava fry, perfectly fried prawns that were so soft that I had trouble figuring out the difference in consistency in the meat an the masala. That was very much yumm, yes it was. :)

We went back home for an afternoon siesta. True giant style. Just not as long. We had a bus to catch for Bangalore, after all. :)

VRL busses have a classic selection of movies so the ride seems like it's goin to be bearable. Now all we have to do is figure out what we're gonna do once we're in Bangalore.

Back to my music now. ^_^



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Top it off

At curlies. Kings beer is watery. Beach is fun. Enjoy it!!


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Location:Curlies

Monday, June 28, 2010

Wish right now.

Arrived at Mapusa. Bike ride to Jason's place. Beautiful place. It's pretty much a vacation place for most people there. Noone else was there. Fun.

Had scrumptious breakfast if scrambled eggs. No pun there. ;) The resort I'm looking at right now advises me to not swim in the sea during the monsoon. Good advice. I just wonder what I'm supposed to do with my swimming shorts now. :/

Starlight at bags beach has good fish. Alex has good beef. Hmmm. Good to know. Thanks to Jason for the info.

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Location:Calangute

Imagine

Elevations make my ears go pop.

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Location:A bit beyond Sawantwadi

Easier to lie.

For as long as he could remember, the only thing Edward wanted, more than anything else, was to see a new colour. It didn't have to be anything too fancy. It didn't even have to sparkle. It just had to be something new.
And so he made it his life's work to find his new colour. He searched everywhere. He travelled to the rainbow lands in England, and saw the colours he already knew.

He went to the flower gardens of Princess Daffodil, and inspected every flower of every bush in the garden. And he saw all the colours he'd seen before.

He even went to the fabled looms of the flying carpets, but alas! All the threads wove a pattern all to familiar to him.

His success never came, and his efforts started bordering the insane. Why, he even went to inspect the patterns on the backs of the man eating snap jaw turtles! Their shells are rumored to be hand painted by the angels themselves, and no two are ever alike. The pretty pattters of swirls and patterns in myriad colours seem eerily unearthly, and something so beautiful on something so dangerous, it almost was a shame that this ever elusive new eights colour was not to be found on them either.

He went far and wide and soon exhausted every place he could go to. There was nowhere left to look. His life was all for naught.

Four years and sixty he spent devoting his life in the quest for his eight colour. He grew angry. He grew frustrated. The wine fueled his rage. He threw the tome on his desk at his notes, the size of which had grown to rival the greatest of libraries in the land. His adventures, his travels, all the wonders he had seen. All written down and marked for any reference he could possibly need it for. Seemingly all a big waste.

The. He saw it. His entire life. All around him. All his lifes work was all around him, towering, absolute, near endless pages of the most exciting and exotic things the World has to offer. And he had seen them all.

And at moment he saw it.

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Easier to lie.

For as long as he could remember, the only thing Edward wanted, more than anything else, was to see a new colour. It didn't have to be anything too fancy. It didn't even have to sparkle. It just had to be something new.
And so he made it his life's work to find his new colour. He searched everywhere. He travelled to the rainbow lands in England, and saw the colours he already knew.

He went to the flower gardens of Princess Daffodil, and inspected every flower of every bush in the garden. And he saw all the colours he'd seen before.

He even went to the fabled looms of the flying carpets, but alas! All the threads wove a pattern all to familiar to him.

His success never came, and his efforts started bordering the insane. Why, he even went to inspect the patterns on the backs of the man eating snap jaw turtles! Their shells are rumored to be hand painted by the angels themselves, and no two are ever alike. The pretty pattters of swirls and patterns in myriad colours seem eerily unearthly, and something so beautiful on something so dangerous, it almost was a shame that this ever elusive new eights colour was not to be found on them either.

He went far and wide and soon exhausted every place he could go to. There was nowhere left to look. His life was all for naught.

Four years and sixty he spent devoting his life in the quest for his eight colour. He grew angry. He grew frustrated. The wine fueled his rage. He threw the tome on his desk at his notes, the size of which had grown to rival the greatest of libraries in the land. His adventures, his travels, all the wonders he had seen. All written down and marked for any reference he could possibly need it for. Seemingly all a big waste.

The. He saw it. His entire life. All around him. All his lifes work was all around him, towering, absolute, near endless pages of the most exciting and exotic things the World has to offer. And he had seen them all.

And at moment he saw it.

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Fragile

Day 1 23:02

Our first pit stop. Dinner time. It's pouring a bit here. Good respite from the Bombay heat. I've spent the last three or so hours in a very comfortable but cramped seat. It's only about 15 minutes ago that I thought I'd be smart and bump myself up from the regular seat to the semi sleeper. No one has objected yet, so I'm staying.

Between the crappy movie, forced laughs from the kid behind me, and the occasional bump that's too huge for even this bus' suspension system to smoothen out, it's a pretty decent ride. I'm glad I had a very heavy lunch. The food here doesn't look as appetizing as most dingy side-of-the-road places are. It might be good, but I'm in no mood to find out. Now if only I'd be able to sleep for the rest of the ride, it would be perfect. Until then, thank Bob for recorded sessions from psychill on di.fm. ^_^

Edit: it seems to be a long stop. Should have expected that. I've given into my urge to buy something and am currently munching on Hippo flavoured toasts. That, and thinking about why I can't feel comfortable without the airconditioning on. When I'm rich an famous, I'm gonna get someone to figure out why I burn up so much.

I have this itch to connect my wifi and post this. Or connect my wifi and talk to someone. Or connect my wifi and just stay connected. But I have to ration out my battery. Makes me wonder why manufacturers don't build a device that actually lasts me one full day of usage? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who uses my gadgets as much as I do in a day... So what gives?


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Location:Somewhere away from Bombay.

Maybe

Day 1 20:52

I'm on the bus! Finally leaving for the first leg of the trip!
I'm travelling in one of Neeta's swanky new Mercedes double axle super comfy buses. I think someone's sitting in my window seat, but I'll figure it out after dinner. It'll make more sense for me to kick the the guy out after lunch, when I'm actually gonna be lookin out at the road. And when the guy's presumably going to sleep the rest of the way. I wonder if I should have taken the semi sleeper seat. But at the end of the day, an uncomfortable seat is still uncomfortable. :)

I'm goin to Panjim, coz it's the most central location in Goa. And plan the rest of the trip from there.

So I'm as ready as I think I can be. Clothes. Camera. iPod. Chargers. Multiple pin plug point for all the chargers. Meds. And my towel. Never step out of the house without a towel.

The music in the bus is, as expected, generic bollywood/radio stuff, so I'm gonna get back to my music now. :)
I'm going to use my trip as an excuse to post
more updates on my blog. I'd love to hear back from you if have an suggestions about my trip. ^_^


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The Storm is Coming

The sun's almost blotted out. The clouds gather to witness the events of the day. None shall escape it's wrath. The war machines roll forward. Their progress hampered by no animal, by no rock, by no person. The soldiers march ahead, waiting to die when their turn comes. Noone survives. Noone smiles. There is no honor in victory any more. Cowards exchange blows from miles away, not daring to lay their sights on the mangled forms of their vanquised enemies.




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Sunken Ships

Day 2 5:02

Still on the road. After about 4 hours of on and off sleep, I'm fully awake now. Or maybe the fact that the girl in front of me is snoring is giving me nightmares.

Looking out the window isn't much fun. There's just trees, more trees and the occasional temple. Everything's dark and has an eerie glow cast upon it by the bus headlights. The right kind of music might actually make this fun.

Edit: Future sounds of London's Encuronments album kicks ass. :D

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Maybe

Day 1 20:52

I'm on the bus! Finally leaving for the first leg of the trip!
I'm travelling in one of Neeta's swanky new Mercedes double axle super comfy buses. I think someone's sitting in my window seat, but I'll figure it out after dinner. It'll make more sense for me to kick the the guy out after lunch, when I'm actually gonna be lookin out at the road. And when the guy's presumably going to sleep the rest of the way. I wonder if I should have taken the semi sleeper seat. But at the end of the day, an uncomfortable seat is still uncomfortable. :)

I'm goin to Panjim, coz it's the most central location in Goa. And plan the rest of the trip from there.

So I'm as ready as I think I can be. Clothes. Camera. iPod. Chargers. Multiple pin plug point for all the chargers. Meds. And my towel. Never step out of the house without a towel.

The music in the bus is, as expected, generic bollywood/radio stuff, so I'm gonna get back to my music now. :)
I'm going to use my trip as an excuse to post
more updates on my blog. I'd love to hear back from you if have an suggestions about my trip. ^_^

Edit: Today's movie is Golmaal. :x

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Location:Bombay, India

Thursday, June 24, 2010

New Rickshaw Tarrif in Mumbai Effective 24th June


The flash strike in Bombay was rather troublesome. But life went on. And people are glad that the auto rickshaws are back on the streets, increased prices notwithstanding…

So now that rickshaws are about 20% more expensive, you have to wonder how much you’re supposed to pay on your meter reading, right?

Here’s the official rate chart I’ve dug up. The real question is, how do I pay fractional rupee amounts? Dig out my dad’s old 20p and 10p aluminum coin stash?

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Mumbai Rickshaw Tariff Card

Effective from 24th June 2010







Meter Reading Actual Rate
Meter Reading Actual Rate






1.00 Rs.11.00
5.60 Rs.70.80
1.10 Rs.12.30
5.70 Rs.72.10
1.20 Rs.13.60
5.80 Rs.73.40
1.30 Rs.14.90
5.90 Rs.74.70
1.50 Rs.17.50
6.00 Rs.76.00
1.60 Rs.18.80
6.10 Rs.77.30
1.70 Rs.20.10
6.20 Rs.78.60
1.80 Rs.21.40
6.30 Rs.79.90
1.90 Rs.22.70
6.40 Rs.81.20
2.00 Rs.24.00
6.50 Rs.82.50
2.10 Rs.25.30
6.60 Rs.83.80
2.20 Rs.26.60
6.70 Rs.85.10
2.30 Rs.27.90
6.80 Rs.86.40
2.40 Rs.29.20
6.90 Rs.87.70
2.50 Rs.30.50
7.00 Rs.89.00
2.60 Rs.31.80
7.10 Rs.90.30
2.70 Rs.33.10
7.20 Rs.91.60
2.80 Rs.34.40
7.30 Rs.92.90
2.90 Rs.35.70
7.40 Rs.94.20
3.00 Rs.37.00
7.50 Rs.95.50
3.10 Rs.38.30
7.60 Rs.96.80
3.20 Rs.39.60
7.70 Rs.98.10
3.30 Rs.40.90
7.80 Rs.99.40
3.40 Rs.42.20
7.90 Rs.100.70
3.50 Rs.43.50
8.00 Rs.102.00
3.60 Rs.44.80
8.10 Rs.103.30
3.70 Rs.46.10
8.20 Rs.104.60
3.80 Rs.47.40
8.30 Rs.105.90
3.90 Rs.48.70
8.40 Rs.107.20
4.00 Rs.50.00
8.50 Rs.108.50
4.10 Rs.51.30
8.60 Rs.109.80
4.20 Rs.52.60
8.70 Rs.111.10
4.30 Rs.53.90
8.80 Rs.112.40
4.40 Rs.55.20
8.90 Rs.113.70
4.50 Rs.56.50
9.00 Rs.115.00
4.60 Rs.57.80
9.10 Rs.116.30
4.70 Rs.59.10
9.20 Rs.117.60
4.80 Rs.60.40
9.30 Rs.118.90
4.90 Rs.61.70
9.40 Rs.120.20
5.00 Rs.63.00
9.50 Rs.121.50
5.10 Rs.64.30
9.60 Rs.122.80
5.20 Rs.65.60
9.70 Rs.124.10
5.30 Rs.66.90
9.80 Rs.125.40
5.40 Rs.68.20
9.90 Rs.126.70
5.50 Rs.69.50
10.00 Rs.128.00

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